The Midwitch
Lives by intuition.
Lives by the seasons.
Listens to the whispering of plant medicine and animal wisdom,
Heeds her cosmic vocation.
For magic exists all around us, if only we open our wise eye.
Not to be lived for anyone else, by any outside measure,
In this life our divinity is not to be veiled.
Persecuted throughout history,
She is a force building herstory.
Dealing in truth alone,
even if by cunning craft,
Her cup is full.
Her wisdom, deep in her bones.
She is self-assured.
Awoken.
Unbroken.
Lives by intuition.
Lives by the seasons.
Listens to the whispering of plant medicine and animal wisdom,
Heeds her cosmic vocation.
For magic exists all around us, if only we open our wise eye.
Not to be lived for anyone else, by any outside measure,
In this life our divinity is not to be veiled.
Persecuted throughout history,
She is a force building herstory.
Dealing in truth alone,
even if by cunning craft,
Her cup is full.
Her wisdom, deep in her bones.
She is self-assured.
Awoken.
Unbroken.
